Love
love
love is when :
not any other matches in beauty and grace
you decide to hold hands till the end of time
you remember every contour of your lover's face
you hear their heavenly voice and hear the angel's chime
their hair always feel like soft fluttering silk
they are the light on a darken, cold night
you need them like a baby who needs his mother's milk
you can't remember joy without their insight
you chosen who will share your seed
you water your seed with shared love together
it grows in your images as you take the lead
a family can't break whatever the weather
you bond with unbroken chains of love and devotion
you grow old and can't see yourself with another
your seed falls in love and you again watch the motion
your seed becomes a father or mother
you are buried together
your still not alone
your ties will not sever
your grandchildren read this poem on your burial stone
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